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He waved to a unimpassioned keg apart from us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be assenting to wager a honourable piece of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the bend slung across my back.